Knowing that Wilson Pickett would be on the last segment of Letterman, I gave a brief listen whilst headed to the
fridge. It was hideous. Overly-slick, well-trained backing musicians, and
Our Man Wicked feverishly&emoting in lieu of emotion. A song apparently called "Soul Survivor", which smacks of the work of songwriter-hacks using a
"soul music template", rather than creating something vital. Fat Elvis
Syndrome. Gimme my paycheck thank you bye.